Takes One to Know One!

A tale of tragedy

living in a never ending dream world. ever swirling and changing. sometimes i am in control.. most times not. just about every time i see her. a spectral image, always in white. wondering through the cemetery, floating above the ground with her red hair loosely tied back. hauntingly beautiful, pale and sad. i never approach her.... i am frightened. just when i think i am going to wake, i am there again. with her, ever present, unchanging, always sorrowful. until one day i ventured out to speak to her. terrified and trembling, i approached. her beauty was even more powerful up close. she had the porcelain features of a goddess.   have you seen them?  she  pleaded as a single tear ran down her face.  as i looked at her in a state of confusion, unable to utter a simple,  who?  she continued,  my children. i haven't seen them in so long. i don't know where they are or why i am here. i am beginning to forget their faces....  she broke off as she began to silently sob. in an effort to comfort her as i forgot my own confusion i said,  why don't you just go home?  her hand fell away from her face as her brow shifted into a look of concern.  home?  she said silently.  isn't this home?  amazed i said,  no. this is a cemetery. you don't live here, you are probably buried here.  her look of confusion switched to total horror.  you mean i am dead too?   she screamed as tears flooded out of her eyes. in between her mournful moaning, to my utter and complete horror, i heard her say,  i just... i just thought you were a ghost and that this was a dream